He is bleeding ever bleeding from the raw and open wounds
I behold him madly rushing from the table to the floor
O Marquis my Marquis daring to be bruised for thee
I am blue and I am waiting to lose myself again in you.

Raw and daring. It also proves that what is old is new again and victim and abuser often have a close bond.

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Inuit! after reading your bio, one fears commenting on one with such
leters to their name..
And a poem about-Donatien Alphonse François, count de Sade- and his erm, unique life, I should have just read, and thought. -Above my brain-